I Hope Bill Maher Doesn’t Kiss His Mother With That Mouth

I’m just now learning that when Bill Maher was in town Sunday at the Winspear, he dropped a C-bomb, the second-most dreaded ordnance in the English lexicon, surpassed in its explosive power only by the N-bomb. He was, of course, talking about Sarah Palin. Former Observer scribe Andrea Grimes didn’t think it was very funny. Me, I’m not offended. Just a bit shocked. But when I asked my officemates if they were aware that Maher had dropped the C-bomb, one of them (a lady) just looked at me with a bored face.

“He does that all the time,” she said. “It’s not really news.”

“Huh,” I said. “I guess I’m just a little surprised that he’s going around talking like that.”

She said, “For a racist, you sure are a prude.”